Busy Week!

No it hasn't.

This week has been pointless.

I have not done anything this week.

Which is just the way I like it.

Sickness

Bleah.

I'm sick.

It's not very fun.

For the past few days, I've had a runny nose, a cough, a sore throat, a headache, my eyeballs hurt, and I think I'm dehydrated. Plus, there's this other thing that I won't mention on here (for fear of making someone feel sick) that's come back, and last time I had it, I was out of sync for almost two weeks.

And now it has come back.

And I'm going to New York and Connecticut in a week.

Sickness
Creates
Red
Eye-balls
And
Moans

S.C.R.E.A.M

Helping People

So the Project for Awesome is about to go up on YouTube, right?

And this year, I really want to be in it, so that I can feel more connected to the community.

Just one problem.

You have to promote a charity.

And I don't have one.

"Well Jake, that's no problem. Just find something you believe, or something you care about."
Actually, that is a big problem.

I don't have anything or anyone to care about.

Isn't that sad?

I spend all my time talking about how I want to connect with people, how I want to find their souls, how to make them find mine.

How can I do that if I don't know a single person to make a wish for, nothing that I would give my time and my life for?

Who am I, if I don't have love for anyone?

A Talk

So my friend Alex came over today after school.

And we did the stuff that friends do.
Hung out, ate some food, watched something stupid on the internet.

But something different happened this time.

After doing all the other stuff, we talked.

About who we have been. We've been through so many things over the past few years; gone over to new friends, left some behind, walked a balance between what was then and what is now.

Alex, you know, he wants to be happy.
He wants to make others happy.
And he's one who can make that choice, and follow through with it too the end.
And maybe sometimes in the past he once left his old friends for new, but he's a man who never truly forgets something that important.
Alex, you make the world a better place.

And I've changed too.
I'm no longer a shy boy forever wrapped inside a cocoon of introversion, so scared of what other people thought that I had to create an alter-ego just so that people could despise that instead of me. I care for people, and try to understand them, and make them laugh, and find what makes them tick.

And we talked about who we want to be.
We want to be happy, we want to help people, we want to reach out to them.
We want one day, to just sit back and look upon days like they were new and full.

Dreams

I like my dreams.

I don't know about you, but my dreams are some of the most awesome dreams that were ever created.

In my dreams, I create worlds, people, conversations that I had never even thought about before.

But why don't I remember them?

This are interesting things, these dreams. I can't have a silly thing like regaining conciousness allow anything to be detracted from them.

So, starting tonight, I'm gonna try and begin a dream journal.

Each morning, right when I wake up, I'll try to put all of what I dreamed into this thing. Hopefully, by doing this, I'll be able to put myself in the right mind set to actually remember my dreams.
I'd like you guys to try this too.

Yeah, it might be stupid.
But hey, at least when we try to talk about our dreams, they won't be stupidly boring.

Here ' goes.

Unfathomable

You know, lots of great literary figures, as well as regular people, use these things called "Words."

And I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but occasionally, you can use words far too much.

Sometimes, people, in an attempt to make themselves understood, hide behind so many feelings and descriptions and unnecessary words that they don't make any sense at all.

I just want to say what it is that I'm feeling everyday.

I don't want to mention drowning, or searching, or a new beginning, or anything like that.
Because I'm not.

I'm right here.

Really Cold Here.

As it is really freaking cold here, and also because it is almost time for me to go to sleep and forget about everything today, here is a free-style write-up thing that I have written right now.

It is really freaking cold.
Nobody acknowledges this but me.
Everybody dies.
I cry.

Alternate Version:
It is really freaking cold.
My fingers are numb.
No Zombies, they're frozen.

And another thing:
It's really cold.
Come on Portland, snow already. What happened to all that moisture you're so fond of showering on us, huh?

Gah, I need to go to bed.
So... Cold...